The main purpose is not to overcome, but to plant seeds.
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I know, one bite of bread is enough to live.
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The real virtue is not in gain, but in being full when you are hungry.
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My friend made a butterfly, I said, you need a fresh breath
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Button def charisma in the ripped vest is dead look
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I was naked when I was born, what a charisma desert this heart
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Four walls and a trap, as God is my witness.
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What I'm trying to say is, all your lights are out, turn it on
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Tears of this pen go in one direction, this word
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Life goes away with one breath, will it come back again soon?
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Get in your trench, the devil's bullet, embers, smoke
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Isn't it the greatest dishonor that the one who sees this and turns a blind eye
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How can you say that he should die to you with his own troubles?
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Tell me how many days will you live with the bullet in your chest
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And how many more earthquakes will these pillars sustain you?
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Don't forget, flowers will live one day if they break
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The main purpose is not to overcome, but to plant seeds.
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I know it is difficult to choose the right way in foggy weather
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The real virtue is not staying, but saying that I don't exist when the devil is present.
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My friend, you need to inhale poison, just stop
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Every dream starts with white, what a sad black it ends
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If you don't know, let me tell you, black pepper in your nose won't let you live long
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And one day you run out of money, despair descends into blood
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Don't think that when it falls on the ground, the wound goes away with dressing.
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Wouldn't it be a problem for you, Tuncay, witness this ritual.
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We took your neck from the rope bro, this page is over, get up
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Six ships sank on this swampy ground, the ocean swallows it
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Give your hand and you'll see it takes your arm very quickly
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How dare you def now suffer
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You're so good today, the sadness that will attract your imitation tomorrow
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Listen to your trouble, tell your two eyes, what is your intention
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That grumpy horse called life can't go if you tie it |